LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 3:24pm
17th Dec 2024 3:24pm
Seasons of Lust
Twigs grow tender, leaves unfurl,
Harvest comes for all young girls.
The daughters marvel at the sight,
Their bodies blooming, in nature's light.
Formed in mother’s womb now dust,
The daughter writhing, sows in lust.
Embrace the change, this season's heart,
For you, dear child, are nature's art.
Harvest comes for all young girls.
The daughters marvel at the sight,
Their bodies blooming, in nature's light.
Formed in mother’s womb now dust,
The daughter writhing, sows in lust.
Embrace the change, this season's heart,
For you, dear child, are nature's art.
#death
#LifeCycle
#lust
#motherhood
#teens
150 reads
1 Comment
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 3:24pm
17th Dec 2024 3:24pm
Seasons of Lust
Twigs grow tender, leaves unfurl,
Harvest comes for all young girls.
The daughters marvel at the sight,
Their bodies blooming, in nature's light.
Formed in mother’s womb now dust,
The daughter writhing, sows in lust.
Embrace the change, this season's heart,
For you, dear child, are nature's art.
Harvest comes for all young girls.
The daughters marvel at the sight,
Their bodies blooming, in nature's light.
Formed in mother’s womb now dust,
The daughter writhing, sows in lust.
Embrace the change, this season's heart,
For you, dear child, are nature's art.
#death
#LifeCycle
#lust
#motherhood
#teens
150 reads
1 Comment
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 3:24pm
17th Dec 2024 3:24pm
Seasons of Lust
Twigs grow tender, leaves unfurl,
Harvest comes for all young girls.
The daughters marvel at the sight,
Their bodies blooming, in nature's light.
Formed in mother’s womb now dust,
The daughter writhing, sows in lust.
Embrace the change, this season's heart,
For you, dear child, are nature's art.
Harvest comes for all young girls.
The daughters marvel at the sight,
Their bodies blooming, in nature's light.
Formed in mother’s womb now dust,
The daughter writhing, sows in lust.
Embrace the change, this season's heart,
For you, dear child, are nature's art.
#death
#LifeCycle
#lust
#motherhood
#teens
150 reads
1 Comment
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 3:24pm
17th Dec 2024 3:24pm
Seasons of Lust
Twigs grow tender, leaves unfurl,
Harvest comes for all young girls.
The daughters marvel at the sight,
Their bodies blooming, in nature's light.
Formed in mother’s womb now dust,
The daughter writhing, sows in lust.
Embrace the change, this season's heart,
For you, dear child, are nature's art.
Harvest comes for all young girls.
The daughters marvel at the sight,
Their bodies blooming, in nature's light.
Formed in mother’s womb now dust,
The daughter writhing, sows in lust.
Embrace the change, this season's heart,
For you, dear child, are nature's art.
#death
#LifeCycle
#lust
#motherhood
#teens
150 reads
1 Comment
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 3:24pm
17th Dec 2024 3:24pm
Seasons of Lust
Twigs grow tender, leaves unfurl,
Harvest comes for all young girls.
The daughters marvel at the sight,
Their bodies blooming, in nature's light.
Formed in mother’s womb now dust,
The daughter writhing, sows in lust.
Embrace the change, this season's heart,
For you, dear child, are nature's art.
Harvest comes for all young girls.
The daughters marvel at the sight,
Their bodies blooming, in nature's light.
Formed in mother’s womb now dust,
The daughter writhing, sows in lust.
Embrace the change, this season's heart,
For you, dear child, are nature's art.
#death
#LifeCycle
#lust
#motherhood
#teens
150 reads
1 Comment
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 12:30pm
19th Dec 2024 12:30pm
Journal entry - Please Come Sweet Death
Journal entry for December 17, 2024
The nights bleed into days, a blur of mistakes I can't erase. My veins pulse with the poison I thought was my escape. I've danced with too many shadows, let my body be a temple where many unworthy prayers were whispered.
The faces of my fleeting lovers haunt me. Memories of their entrance at the temple door brought pleasures at such great price. My child, an angel born of my lusts, deserves a life I can no longer give.
I'm staring down the barrel of my mortality as the reaper's whisper grows louder. I've loved fiercely,...
The nights bleed into days, a blur of mistakes I can't erase. My veins pulse with the poison I thought was my escape. I've danced with too many shadows, let my body be a temple where many unworthy prayers were whispered.
The faces of my fleeting lovers haunt me. Memories of their entrance at the temple door brought pleasures at such great price. My child, an angel born of my lusts, deserves a life I can no longer give.
I'm staring down the barrel of my mortality as the reaper's whisper grows louder. I've loved fiercely,...
#death
#lust
#motherhood
217 reads
6 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 12:30pm
19th Dec 2024 12:30pm
Journal entry - Please Come Sweet Death
Journal entry for December 17, 2024
The nights bleed into days, a blur of mistakes I can't erase. My veins pulse with the poison I thought was my escape. I've danced with too many shadows, let my body be a temple where many unworthy prayers were whispered.
The faces of my fleeting lovers haunt me. Memories of their entrance at the temple door brought pleasures at such great price. My child, an angel born of my lusts, deserves a life I can no longer give.
I'm staring down the barrel of my mortality as the reaper's whisper grows louder. I've loved fiercely,...
The nights bleed into days, a blur of mistakes I can't erase. My veins pulse with the poison I thought was my escape. I've danced with too many shadows, let my body be a temple where many unworthy prayers were whispered.
The faces of my fleeting lovers haunt me. Memories of their entrance at the temple door brought pleasures at such great price. My child, an angel born of my lusts, deserves a life I can no longer give.
I'm staring down the barrel of my mortality as the reaper's whisper grows louder. I've loved fiercely,...
#death
#lust
#motherhood
217 reads
6 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 12:30pm
19th Dec 2024 12:30pm
Journal entry - Please Come Sweet Death
Journal entry for December 17, 2024
The nights bleed into days, a blur of mistakes I can't erase. My veins pulse with the poison I thought was my escape. I've danced with too many shadows, let my body be a temple where many unworthy prayers were whispered.
The faces of my fleeting lovers haunt me. Memories of their entrance at the temple door brought pleasures at such great price. My child, an angel born of my lusts, deserves a life I can no longer give.
I'm staring down the barrel of my mortality as the reaper's whisper grows louder. I've loved fiercely,...
The nights bleed into days, a blur of mistakes I can't erase. My veins pulse with the poison I thought was my escape. I've danced with too many shadows, let my body be a temple where many unworthy prayers were whispered.
The faces of my fleeting lovers haunt me. Memories of their entrance at the temple door brought pleasures at such great price. My child, an angel born of my lusts, deserves a life I can no longer give.
I'm staring down the barrel of my mortality as the reaper's whisper grows louder. I've loved fiercely,...
#death
#lust
#motherhood
217 reads
6 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
14th Apr 2021 3:35pm
14th Apr 2021 3:35pm
Werifesteria
he’s twelve now,
on the cusp of thirteen ~
my fourth trip
to the edge of the fire
of budding male adolescence,
watching with pride
and curious fascination
as the pudgy faces
of my little boys
become angular,
their jawlines turning sharp
alongside their tongues
I know the day is coming
when I will not be
the most captivating woman
in his life, but for now
we will still traipse through
the woods behind the house,
gathering fatwood for s’mores
and memories that...
on the cusp of thirteen ~
my fourth trip
to the edge of the fire
of budding male adolescence,
watching with pride
and curious fascination
as the pudgy faces
of my little boys
become angular,
their jawlines turning sharp
alongside their tongues
I know the day is coming
when I will not be
the most captivating woman
in his life, but for now
we will still traipse through
the woods behind the house,
gathering fatwood for s’mores
and memories that...
#motherhood
#childhood
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2021
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2021
170 reads
15 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
14th Apr 2021 3:35pm
14th Apr 2021 3:35pm
Werifesteria
he’s twelve now,
on the cusp of thirteen ~
my fourth trip
to the edge of the fire
of budding male adolescence,
watching with pride
and curious fascination
as the pudgy faces
of my little boys
become angular,
their jawlines turning sharp
alongside their tongues
I know the day is coming
when I will not be
the most captivating woman
in his life, but for now
we will still traipse through
the woods behind the house,
gathering fatwood for s’mores
and memories that...
on the cusp of thirteen ~
my fourth trip
to the edge of the fire
of budding male adolescence,
watching with pride
and curious fascination
as the pudgy faces
of my little boys
become angular,
their jawlines turning sharp
alongside their tongues
I know the day is coming
when I will not be
the most captivating woman
in his life, but for now
we will still traipse through
the woods behind the house,
gathering fatwood for s’mores
and memories that...
#motherhood
#childhood
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2021
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2021
170 reads
15 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
14th Apr 2021 3:35pm
14th Apr 2021 3:35pm
Werifesteria
he’s twelve now,
on the cusp of thirteen ~
my fourth trip
to the edge of the fire
of budding male adolescence,
watching with pride
and curious fascination
as the pudgy faces
of my little boys
become angular,
their jawlines turning sharp
alongside their tongues
I know the day is coming
when I will not be
the most captivating woman
in his life, but for now
we will still traipse through
the woods behind the house,
gathering fatwood for s’mores
and memories that...
on the cusp of thirteen ~
my fourth trip
to the edge of the fire
of budding male adolescence,
watching with pride
and curious fascination
as the pudgy faces
of my little boys
become angular,
their jawlines turning sharp
alongside their tongues
I know the day is coming
when I will not be
the most captivating woman
in his life, but for now
we will still traipse through
the woods behind the house,
gathering fatwood for s’mores
and memories that...
#motherhood
#childhood
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2021
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2021
170 reads
15 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
14th Apr 2021 3:35pm
14th Apr 2021 3:35pm
Werifesteria
he’s twelve now,
on the cusp of thirteen ~
my fourth trip
to the edge of the fire
of budding male adolescence,
watching with pride
and curious fascination
as the pudgy faces
of my little boys
become angular,
their jawlines turning sharp
alongside their tongues
I know the day is coming
when I will not be
the most captivating woman
in his life, but for now
we will still traipse through
the woods behind the house,
gathering fatwood for s’mores
and memories that...
on the cusp of thirteen ~
my fourth trip
to the edge of the fire
of budding male adolescence,
watching with pride
and curious fascination
as the pudgy faces
of my little boys
become angular,
their jawlines turning sharp
alongside their tongues
I know the day is coming
when I will not be
the most captivating woman
in his life, but for now
we will still traipse through
the woods behind the house,
gathering fatwood for s’mores
and memories that...
#motherhood
#childhood
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2021
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2021
170 reads
15 Comments
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